He must needs go that the devil drives.
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Desperate times breed desperate measures
When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.